After a ten-day respite to the great city of Charlotte, North Carolina, celebrating my mom and dad's 60th anniversary, I'm now back in Denver, ready to get back to pastoring my church in Centennial and, when time permits, write a few piddly words about my beloved Colorado Rapids.
After our four-hour plus flight from LaGuardia to DIA, we were exhausted. Baggage claim beckoned, and mercifully it spit out our bags in rather short order. Not only did baggage claim beckon, but so did our bellies. Before the 'hangries' set in, we scampered to the elevator to partake of what would be a mistake on my part: orange chicken from Panda Express, normally an airport Pavlovian staple.